What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with all gestures, in each our word. |4|s+Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.s+|4|
Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of perusiveness? Whyafter what forewheres? A plainplanned liffeyism assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. (4By dim delty Deva.4)
Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradomational gazebocroticon (the “Mamma Lujah” known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling smeltingworks exprogressive process (for the farmer, his son and their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and hatch-as-hatch can),
receives through a portal vein the dialytically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypetpurpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy
of the past, type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Columcellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidiotically, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure (4of our Finnius the old One,4) as highly charged with electrons as hophazards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloomenos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself (4puts pits4) hen to paper (4and there's scribings scrawled on eggs4).
Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Revered. May we add majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything those secret workings of natures
(thanks ever for it, we humbly pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time. (4Muckbirds Mucksrats4) which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be first born like he was, with a twohangled warpon, and it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion Ailesbury on the top of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we think of him looking at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. When he woke up in a sweat besidus it was to pardon him, goldylocks, me having an airth, but he daydreamsed we had a lovelyt face for a pulltomine. Back we were by the jerk of a beamstark, backed in paladays last, on the brinks of the wobblish, the man what never put a dramn in the swags but milk from a national cowse. That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to dreamland. Sneakers in the grass, keep off! If we were to tick off all that cafflers head, whisperers, for his accomodation, the brothers me craw namely, and their bacon what harmed butter! It's margarseen oil. Thinthin thinthin. Stringstly is it forbidden by the honorary tenth commendment to shall not bare full sweetness against a nighboor's wiles. What those slimes up the cavern door around you, keenin, the lies is coming out on them frecklefully, had the shames to suggest, can we ever? Never! So may the law forget him their trespasses
against Molloyd O'Reilly that hugglebeddy fann here in my bed now about to get up, the hartiest that Coolock ever(4.!º4) A nought in nought Eirinishmhan called Ervigsen by his first mate. May all similar douters (4of our oldhame story4) have that fancied widning! For a pipe of twist or a slug of Hibernia metal we could let out and, by jings, someone would make a carpus of somebody with the greatest of pleasure by private shootings. And, in contravention to the constancy of chemical combinations, not enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make (4the three their threi4) sevelty filfths of a man out of. Good wheat! How delitious for the three Sulvans of Dulkey and what a sellpriceget the two Peris of Monacheena! Sugars of lead for the chloras ashpots! Peace! He possessing from a child of highest valency for our privileged beholdings ever complete hairy of chest, hamps and eyebags in pursuance to salesladies' affectionate company. His real devotes. Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such sprinkling snigs. They are pestituting the whole time neverwithstanding we simply agree upon the committee of amusance! Or would bring above under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
About that coerogenal hun and his knowing the size of an eggcup. First he was a (4Skulksman skulksman4) at one time and then Cloon's fired him through guff. Be sage about sausages! Stuttutistics shows
with he's heacups of teatables the old firm fatspitters are most eatenly appreciated by metropolonians.
While we should like to drag (4your4) attentions to (4the lot of floorwalkers our Wolkmans Cumsensation Act4). The magnets of our midst being foisted upon by a plethorace of parachutes. Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military to the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the king's evils. And how he (4walked staired4) up the (4stairs step4) after it's the power of the gait. His giantstand of manunknown. No brad wishy washy wathy wanted neither! Once you are balladproof you are unperceable to haily, icy and missilethroes. Order now before we reach Ruggers' Rush. As we now must close hoping to Saint Laurans all in the best.
Moral. Mrs Stores Humphreys: So you are expecting trouble, Pondups, from the domestic service questioned? Mr Stores Humphreys: Just as
there is a good in even, Levia, my cheek is a compleet bleenk. Plumb. Meaning. One two four. Finckers. Up the hind hose of hizzars.
Whereupon our best again to a hundred and eleven ploose one thousand and one other blessings will now concloose thoose epoostles to your great kindest, well, for all at trouble to took. We are all at home in old Fintona, thank Danis, for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto loves end so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would pellow his head off to conjure up a, well, particularly mean stinkerlike funn make called Foon MacCrawl brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs? Force in giddersh! Tomothy and Lorcan, the bucket Toolers, both are Timsons now they've changed their characticuls during their blackout. Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through him, if they are correctly informed. Music, me ouldstrow, please! We'll have a brand rehearsal. Fing! One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! Good licks! Well, this ought to wake him to make up. He'll want all his fury gutmurdherers to redress him. Gilly in the gap. The big bad old sprowly allsome uttering foon! Has now stuffed last podding. His fooneral will sneak pleace by creeps o'clock, toosday. Kingen will commen. Allso brewbeer. Pens picture at Manshem House Horsegardens shown in Morning post as from Boston transcripped. Femilles will be preadaminant as from twentyeight to twelve. To hear that lovelade parson, of case, a bawl gentlemale, pour forther moracles. Don't forget. The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be kind of removed before eaght hours shorp. With earnestly conceived hopes. So help us to witness to this day to hand in sleep. Of Mayasdaysed most duteoused.
Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands (4alleged allieged4) herewith. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he'd wish it was me yonther heel. How about it? The sweetest
song in the world(4.?4) Our shape as a juvenile being much admired from the first with native copper locks.
Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act, a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her
innocenth eyes. O, felicious coolpose! If all the (4McCrawls MacCrawls4) would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! That's handsel for gertles! Never mind Micklemash! Chat us instead! The cad with the pope's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Just a prinche for tonight! Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepence. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. The Boot Lane brigade. And she had a certain medicine brought her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out! Only look through your leatherbox one day with P.C.Q. about 4.32 or at (428 to 5 8 and 22.54) with the quart of scissions masters and clerk and the bevyhum of Marie Reparatrices for a good allround sympowdhericks purge, full view, to be surprised to see under the grand piano Lily on the sofa (and a lady!) pulling a low and then he'd begin to jump a little bit to find out what goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous (4busness bussness4) by kissing and looking into a mirror.
That we were treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us when we go out in all directions on Wanterlond Road with my cubarola glide? And, personably speaking, they can make their beaux to my alce, as Hillary Allen sang to the opennine knighters. Item, we never were chained to a chair, and, bitem, no widower whithersoever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling Day. Meet a great civilian (proud lives to him!) who is as gentle as a mushroom and a very attractable when he always sits forenenst us for his wet; while to all whom it may concern Sully is a thug from all he drunk, though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herewith to lodge our complaint on Sergeant Laraseny in consequence of which in such steps taken his health would be constably broken into potter's pance (4which would be the change of his life4) by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of (4crispiamity crispianity4).
Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite conversation with a huntered (4per sent persent4) human over the natural bestness
of pleisure after his good few mugs of (4four ale humbedumb4) and shag. While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is thanks, beloved, to Adam, our (4early former4) first (4Finnlatter, Finnlatterº and our grocerest churcher, as per Grippith'sº varuations,4) for his beautiful crossmess parzel.
Well, we simply like their (4dumb demb4) cheeks, the Rathgarries, wagging here about around the rhythlms in me
(4amphibed amphybed4) and he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples,
we may add to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, (4for my daily comfreshenall,4) a wee one woos.
Alma Luvia, Pollabella.
Ps! Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies. Rags! (4Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.4)